"I did," replied Fogg; "but fate was unpropitious. However, I wish to place at your disposal the little I have left."
"But," she exclaimed, "what will become of you, Mr. Fogg?"
"Of me, madam? I am in want of nothing."
"But," she continued, "how can you bear to look upon the fate in store for you?"
"As I always look at everything," replied Mr. Fogg; "in the best way I can."
"At any rate," said Aouda, "your friends will not permit you to want anything."
"I have no friends, madam."
"Your relations, then."
"I have no relations now."
"Oh then indeed I pity you, Mr. Fogg. Solitude is a terrible thing. Not a single person to whom you can confide your sorrow? Though they say that even grief, shared with another, is more easily supported."